'…all we see of the true nature of existence is…no more than bewildering and amusing shadows cast upon the inner wall of the cave by the unseen blinding light of absolute truth
Now he knew why, when Vorbis spoke about Ephebe, his face was gray with hatred and his voice was tense as a wire. If there was no truth, what was there left?
Gods didn't mind atheists, if they were deep, hot, fiery atheists like Simony, who spend their whole life not believing,
'…a god lived here. A powerful god. Thousands worshipped it. I can feel it...A Great God. Mighty were his dominions and magnificent was his word.
'You could have helped people,' said Brutha. 'But all you did was stamp around and roar and try to make people afraid.
'Look, Brutha's going to die anyway. But this way it'll mean something. People don't understand...about the shape of the world and all that stuff,
'You will probably defeat us. But not all of us. And then what will you do? Leave a garrison? Forever? And eventually a new generation will retaliate.
'There was only my grandmother. She had- a good memory. For some things.' Trangressions, certainly.
'But you have thousands,' said the Newt God. 'You fight for thousands.' Om rubbed his forehead. I spent too long down there, he thought. I can't stop thinking at ground level.
The shepherd had a hundred sheep, and it might have been surprising that he was prepared to spend days searching for one sheep;
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